Debbie is a fuck machine and she wants it all the time.My friends told me not to worry, that it would change, "In a couple of years you will be down t... two, maybe three times a week, and you will be wishing you could go back to the good old days when you could get all you wanted."That was six years ago and Debbie hasn't even come close to slowing down. And Debbie is inventive. She reads about a position and we have to try it. She read about a sex swing and now we have one in our basement. She. Nature takes care of its own.In order to have food for stock, we always had about five hundred acres in alfalfa with some clover mixed in. We rotated another five to six hundred acres with oats, regular horse corn, and soy beans.Dad was always trying to get an extra yield from his land. He did all this and it wasn’t what was his love in life. The man loved his family first. He would do anything for them any time it was asked. As his kid I have to say that he would do most anything as long as it. Not only that, it is easier to do in such a confined space. I expect to be able to go deeper inside you, too, and I think that you will like that.”“Wonderful, I can hardly wait. Good night, my husband, for now.”Husband! Where the hell did that come from? Dammit, it looks like I am more committed than I expected. Well, I’ll try to break it to her gently that I cannot stay with her for very long. I need to return to my own dimension and time as soon as I can get rid of that orlan.The next. . . not the police, they’d only send me back to him!” She said in a frightened tone.“Why would they do that, if you’ve been kidnapped and taken to a foreign country . . .” I started to say.“But he’s my dad, he and mum separated and she’s the one I should be living with.” She interrupted me.So she would be taken away by her father and brought to England, but she obviously wanted to say with her mother . . . what could I do? I had been in this situation myself.In the end I drove home and parked.